“Can I sleep with you?” I sound pathetic, but I don’t care. I don’t feel good, and I just want the comfort of him next to me. We sleep together most nights, but tonight, I need him to tell me it's okay. I need him to tell me he doesn’t hate me, he isn’t mad at me, he isn’t tired of me. “Of course.” He kisses the top of my head and leads me to his bed.
